Eye for a Task

[09:40] Ciryc A'den glared over towards the woman that was obviously staring at his symbol on his armor ''Need something?'' he said in a slow, cold voice as he looked her over, he forgot his blaster, all he was armed with was his gauntlet,jetpack and two vibroknifes, his gaze shifted from the womans eyes over towards her back noting the weapons, he folded his arms as he awaited her answer, shifting from one leg towards the other to an more-comfortable stance

[09:43] Nicci Sularen returned the glare right back, folding her arms across her chest as she looked him over.  "Su cuy to you too." she said harshly, "Your Aliit Vevut?" she'd ask.

[09:44] Ciryc A'den nods slowly ''I am...Arent the symbols obvious enough?'' he snickered  turning towards the woman now as he raised his chin ''And who wishes to know?''


[09:50] Nicci Sularen's eyes darkened.  The attitude he was giving her was making this come easier.  She rolled her shoulder, shifting her weapons to a more comfortable position on her back.  "You can can the attitude di'kut, as far as I'm concerned you are not even worthy of opening your mouth to speak to me let alone giving me crap.  I have been sent by Mand'alore, to deal out his...punishment...for your aliit's recent failure to answer his calls into battle.  You should feel lucky, that he did not come himself." she smirked.  She slipped her rifle off her shoulders, as she rarely used it in combat, and drew the sith war blade from her back.  It crackled with a fierce throng as it was released from the scabbard, and sith magic danced about the blade as if it were trying to devour it.


[09:52] Ciryc A'den glared the woman over and chuckled ''Worthy...One with honor is worthy for any mandalorian. If they prove it that is, As you see, I have no blaster nor beskad...Would you seriously use that on me, over afair fight?'' he grinned as he cracked his neck,he raised his arm towards his chest as he started pressing some buttons on his armcomputer, readying his jet-thrusterswfor when it would be needed

[09:55] Nicci Sularen studied him for a few moments, as if she were scanning his body for hidden weapons.  After a few moments she slipped the sword back into the scabbard until it locked in place, and then released it to from her shoulders, "It is our fists and feet you would like then eh?" she said with a menacing grin, "Well I tend to prefer that anyway." she noted the weapons on his gauntlets, "But you will take those off before we begin , yes?" she asked.

[09:57] Ciryc A'den smiles '' But ofcourse..'' he said dropping the one with the weapons to the ground , yet leaves the one with the commlink and computer on, he cracked his knuckles and nods ''Hope your ready vod...Your far less armed  then me'' he said moving the helmet from under his arm over hishead

[10:04] Nicci Sularen smirked, her eyes now lit with fire in anticipation of the coming battle, "The pain is enjoyable, and just makes me fight harder," she winked.  But without waiting for him to answer her, she launched herself  back against one of the tables, and then used that momentum to launch herself toward him, boot first, aiming right for his exposed head.  If she hit, her boot would plant right into his cheek bone.

[10:14] Ciryc A'den snickers, he didnt  see it comming, he was impressed, yet he grinned as he felt the punch his his face right before his helmet covered his face completely, he almostdropped his helmet, yet he pulled it over his head and snickered turning around, if she passed he'd attempt to try to swing his fist towards her spine.
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[10:18] Nicci Sularen had been rather pleased with herself for managing to land a kick to the side of his head before his helmet was pulled on, and did not see his fist coming at her spine.  Her eyes went wide as it hit, and toppled her to the floor.  She landed on her palms, and pushed herself back up.  The pain was excruciating, but she did not cry out.  Instead she challed it into adrenaline which she used to lift herself off the floor, attempting to entangle his legs with her ankles and rip them out from under him in order to bring him down to her level.

[10:20] Ciryc A'den didnt lose his eyes off the woman as she fell down, he noticed movement close to him and tried to step back, yet her foot was already onto his, he was about to trip over as he triedto regain balance he attempted to step on her ankle, one wrong move would make him fall over...

[10:27] Nicci Sularen wriggled her ankle out from under the foot attempting to step on it, sliding her legs up his and hooking them around , attempting to use her powerful thighs to pull him to the ground.  If successful she would use her foot to try and knock the helmet from his head so that she could get at it once again.
[10:29] Ciryc A'den snickers as he fell over, he watched his helmet fly, he saw this as an opportunity and fired his jet thrusters to slide over the ground for a slow moment to get into a safe spot to get up, if succeeded he'd look towards the woman with an big grin ''The name is Ciryc A'den by the way''

[10:34] Nicci Sularen cursed under her breath as he jetpacked away.  However this granted her the opportunity to rise to her feet.    She panted for a moment, and simply responded "Nicci," finding it preposterous to talk  during a fight.  She launched herself at him again, this time throwing all her weight into  her shoulders as she used their momentum to attempt to punch him in the throat.

[10:36] Ciryc A'den glared over towards her, noticing somewhat of the same movements, he'd step aside and punch her in the stomach with his still armorred gauntlet if she passed, if succeeded the impact would swing his arm back  and probally make her fall over, he would take some distance again , not feeling to fall for the same trick as she used before

[10:42] Nicci Sularen took the punch full on in the stomach and doubled over.  Blood trickled from the side of her mouth and over her lips, which she used her tongue to lick clean.  Her corset was lined with durasteel, for even if she had not earned her armor she was not completely defenseless.  He might have felt it in his fist as he bunched her, and while it still held inpact, it was not quite enough to knock her off her feet.  It WAS enough to piss her off however, and in her stubborn refusal to quit she ran at him.  He was taller than her, so the only way for her to land a proper hit was to be above him.  She used a table nearby to launch herself off, attempting to crack his nose with a kick to the face.

[10:45] Ciryc A'den didnt turn around yet, though the moment he turned around wanting to swing a punch, he toke the feet to his nose, his nose snapped and started bleeding. he moved his glove up towards his nose and snickered ''You dikut'la son of a...kriff'' he snickered as he mumbled to himself, he raised his head again towards the woman, he was obviously annoyed now, he'd turn the moment she landed attempting to hit her in the face with his full weight powering his punch

[10:52] Nicci Sularen took the full hit to the face, feeling the familiar crack of bone as her cheekbone was hit.  It had taken so much abuse lately, and here it was, probably broken again.  The blow released more blood into her mouth, which she immediately spit out, only this time in his direction.  She smiled, and almost seemed to be ENJOYING it.  She immediately swung back, this time with her fist, at the exact same spot.  He was larger than she was so the only way she could take him down was to attack the same place over and over.  The punch she attempted to give him was much harder than the first, in an attempt to knock him down.

[10:54] Ciryc A'den saw the fist comming grinning again, he would attempt to step back and grab her arm, if succeed he would lean in and use his free elbow to hit her in the face again , it left him open but he liked the risk...that  and he was pretty sure she couldnt punch through his armor.

[10:59] Nicci Sularen managed to just barely duck the elbow to her face, this time very wary of him hitting her there.  She noticed a gap in his armor just under his arm as he lifted his elbow, and rather than balling up her fist she used the side of her hand to attempt to hit the pressure point there.  If successful it would cut off the flow of blood to his arm temporarily, making it go completely numb.

[11:01] Ciryc A'den snickers feeling the hit on his side, he heared his pack bleep as he grinned jumping back some, he would activate his jetpackto boost over her quickly, attempting to kick her in the face as he was above her, then he would land and hit her in the face with his numb arm - wich still had an gaunt letattached to it...it would look strange, like a whipping effect , but he didnt care, he just wanted to win and walk away alive...

[11:07] Nicci Sularen took the blow to the side of her head as he flew up above her, but managed to dodge the rather pathetic attempt to hit her with his numb arm.  She tried something very different on him this time, standing on her hands and throwing her thighs backward to attempt to grab his torso with her legs and throw him to the ground.  If successful she would roll to the ground with him, landing on top of him, straddled on his body and gripping it hard with her legs pinned beneath her.

[11:09] Ciryc A'den snickers as she thrown her legs around his waiste, he wondered how she could pull an ready mandalorian wich was in full armor over, yet he fell, he smiled as she ended ontop of him and winks ''I like it rough'' he said as he again ignited his jetpack thrusters, in the hope he could get her off him by the speed of it, if she was at the right angle, the thrusters would probally burn some part of her legs aswell....

[11:18] Nicci Sularen grunted loudly as the jetpack burned part of her leg, but her thighs did not let go and instead of getting her off him, she was dragged along with him.  She cursed loudly and attempted to tear the straps away from his shoulders that was holding the jetpack on, trying to get it off him so he could no longer use it.  If she were successful or not, she would try and punch him in the face, attempting at this point to daze him.

[11:22] Ciryc A'den the jetpack was attached to his backplace. wich was strapped around his waiste, though the punch did hit. he lost ballance and slightly started to spin, he grinned as he tried to roll over as fast as he could and slam her against one of the archivesthat was standing up, if succeed or not, his jetpack ran out of fuel, wich meant only forthe missle on it it was useless to make any moves with, if she did get hit, she'd mostlikely get blown off by impact, wich freed him and allowed him to stand up after sliding over the grounds for  a few seconds after hispack ran out

[11:30] Nicci Sularen still only gave the softest of grunts as she was thrown into the archives, immediately shattering the shelf and causing it to collapse along with herself in a heap as he continued to slide.  His momentum of spinning across the floor allowed her to get up, though slowly, and she was now cut and bleeding all over from the bits of broken glass that had shattered around her.  One of the shards had embedded itself deep into her side.  She gripped it and ripped it out of her, leaving a gash that was open and bleeding through her corset.  Gripping it in her hand, it cut her palm as well, but she didnt care.  As he rose to his feet she launched herself into the air again, bringing the glass to bear and attempting to stab it through his eye.

[11:34] Ciryc A'den would yell out in pain for the first time of his life as he felt the glass go through his eye, the blood starting to fly around like a little fountain, in reaction he'd raise one hand up and used the other to punch her off him, iff succeed he'd pull the glass out and grunt while his left hand covers his left eye ,  his right hand reaching downfor one oft he vibro knifes as he wouldtake it and throw it in her direction, aimed at her ankle so she wouldnt stand up anymore

[11:39] Nicci Sularen simply moved her ankle and the vibroknife clattering harmlessly beyond her.  His depth perception was now obviously affected from the wound.  She was more than willing to cease the fighting now, but not if he kept throwing weapons at her.  She panted hard, blood covering her body as she wagged a finger at him, "Now now di'kut, no weapons....or I will bring my sword out to play.  She walked over to pick the knife up, flipping it once in her palm.
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[11:42] Ciryc A'den snickers ''Said by the di'kutla manda using glass as a weapon'' he said holding his eye as he lowered his hand frmo his eye, the blood still pouring out, he felt rather weak but didnt give up,he ran towards the lady attempting to punch her in the face, instead of that, he felt weak due to blood-loss and collapsed on the ground.

[11:50] Nicci Sularen sighed.  She ank to her knees next to him and examined his eye.  She holstered his vibroknife back in it's own holster on his leg.  She grabbed the war blade she had preciously discarded and unsheathed it.  She attemped to place her hand upon his face to hold it still.  If he allowed it she would pop the now useless eye from it's socket, and use the sit hwar blade's heat to cauterize the wound so he would not bleed out all over the floor.  She had no intention of kill him afterall.  If the entire operation were successful, she would put his eye in a bag and pocket it, intent on bringing it back to Mand'alore.  "You fight very well," she said, though she did not know if he could even hear her at this point.  Her own blood was all over the floor, completely cut up from the glass.  She pulled  out a medpack and began tending to her own wounds.

[11:54] Ciryc A'den was still, slightly awake. he just collapsed, he didnt pass out. he saw what happend, and he wasnt happy  he'd push himself frmo the ground, but was obviously too weak due to bloodloss, he fell back slamming his chest against the ground as he grunted ''Honor able fight....vod'' he'd moan out weakly as he pushed himself up again, this time he slightly stood up, having trouble standing. he wobbled a bit, his eye locked onto the woman noting every movement ''Tell me why you were send'' he groaned out, not bothering to make another attempt on an assault...
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[11:59] Nicci Sularen made no move to get up.  She still had the matter of the ridiculously large gash in her side to tend to.  She pulled open the corset, which completely exposed one half of her  upper body.  The issue of modesty did not even seem to cross the redhead's mind as she pulled open the medpack and a needle and thread, and began to stitch her wound up herself while attempting to stop the flow of blood. "I was sent by Mand'alore," she replied, wincing between stitches, "I was sent to kick the crap out of your clan and bring him back a trophy from each of you.  All mandalorians across the galaxy were summoned to fight at the battle of Fondor, and Vevut did not answer this call.  However...upon recent....considera...gah..." she winced as one of the stitches hit yet another piece of broken glass she did not know was there.  She picked it out and tossed it away.  "However..." she began again, "you fight well.  I believe the clans would benefit from your rejoining our cuase.  I wish to speak to your Alor, and fight him,

[11:59] Nicci Sularen  and then extend the invitation from the Mand'alor to serve him in future confrontations, which are coming quickly." she said.

[12:01] Ciryc A'den grinned ''I'm the least trained of the clan...Good luck'' he said feeling his eye's wound closed, he wasnt sure how she did it but she did, a black, open hole was allthat was left there as he looks towards her ''If your serious though...Goto the mandalorian haven''

[12:08] Nicci Sularen shrugged, "If I am beaten then I am beaten," she replied. "I love a good fight." she winced as she closed the wound entirely, clearing the blood from her breast and stomach, before closing the corset back up. "And...I am always serious." she replied.